he used to watch football and baseball quite avidly. but he never admitted to watching sort of mindless entertainment. so i was usually about five minutes late for our meetings at the residence in the afternoon, so he normally expected me to be late. and this one day in particular i was five minutes early, and i was walking up the stairs, and before i could clear the stairs to the third floor, i heard the television going. and then i heard canned laughter coming out of that television, and i realized that he was watching something that was meant to amuse. and i was very surprised by this. and i looked at him, and he had his shoes off and his feet were stockinged, up on the ottoman, crossed, and he had the remote control in his hand, and he was laughing. he was just enjoying the show and the moment so much, and i just observed him for a couple of moments because i really wanted him to have those few extra minutes when he didn't have to be "on," and he didn't have to be the serious richard nixon that he presented to me, most of the time a